Hey everyone! So this is the story I mentioned that was inspired by Zorro the Musical. Best effin' play ever! :D
Anyway, I will be working on the other stories, which is a sign that I should really stop with all of these stories.
NEWS ON OTHER STORIES:
Haltalia: We're nearing the end! :D And to the beginning of Haltalia 2 shall we travel!
Hostage: Haven't worked on it at all, but I do know what I want to do. I'll try to get moving on that one.
Boot Camp: Haha, haven't worked on this one either, but only because I'm short on time.
And!
I want to add another ONE-SHOT to my collection. It will be about Kai's birthday, most likely. :D Mainly because I found a file in My Documents with the title Kai's Birthday and the wordplay in it is so clever, I want to fix it up and post it. :)
ANYWAY! So...It has been a great day! My friend and I are friends again after we both wrote out long apologies and compromised. Today was one of the best days in a long time. Especially since my Mal actor paid a little more attention to me. (In fact, we play Life on my iPod now and...We always make him play as Rachel. Now, we call him Rachel and he gets a little flustered, but doesn't mind too much.) And guess who adores Plastic Killer? I do! During the 'Cold War' between my friend and I, I leaned on him for support and he gladly held me close. That's how awesome our friendship is.
In other news...Who's played the ON DEMAND? I mean, I haven't, but I know what's going to happen. (Yes, I looked at Spoilers. I must be punished!) And I am, like, more depressed than usual about Cause of Death. I'm not going to say anything, for those who haven't heard, but I can guarantee, emotions will be running high the next few weeks.
Also, more depressing news (I'm on a role here!) You remember Jacob Randall? The kid who died in my neighborhood? Well...Today was his birthday. He would've been eighteen today and getting closer to (Sorry for bringing religion into this) serving a mission. It is a little sad, but people are reliving his memories and laughing about things he used to do.
So, I have to dedicate this Chapter to Jacob "Rex" Randall; You may be gone now, buddy, but you're always in our hearts.
On a lighter note...Imma play the NOW AIRING eppy! :D So, see you all in my next story update, whatever it may be.
Love ya'll! :)
Mal knew the hardships of being a father were not going to be a ride to the ice-cream shop. He figured this out the first night their twins, Nathan and Kara, had come home. While he begged Natara to sleep, he cared for the twins, cursing that day.
As the twins grew older, however, things eased up. Mal was able to go back to work without worrying too much about Natara.
One thing Mal particularly enjoyed was reading to his kids, or telling them a story. It was one night when Nathan came in Mal and Natara's room, tugging on Mal's pajama sleeve.
"Daddy," he whispered, "Kara and I can't sleep!"
Mal groaned slightly, hoping Natara was still sleeping. "Alright," he said quietly and swiftly got out of bed. He followed his five year old son to his and his sister's room. Kara was sitting upright in her bed, smiling widely.
"Hey Daddy!" Kara greeted.
"Hey Princess," Mal greeted and he took a seat on her bed. She instantly crawled into his lap and he smiled softly.
"Can you tell us the story of when..." Kara began, but Mal stopped her.
"Why don't I tell you two a story you've never heard before," he said.
"But that's not any fun," Kara whined. "I like knowing what happens at the end."
Mal chuckled. "You're like me, Kara, impatient. But hear me out, alright. It's a story about your mommy and I."
Of course, this was a lie, but an exciting story was everything to a kid, even if it wasn't real.
-C.O.D-
A long time ago, in San Francisco, a gypsy caravan would stop by the city yearly. The gypsies inside brought a festival that littered the streets for weeks at a time. Everyone in San Francisco enjoyed the festivities and even stopped some of their jobs just to participate.
However, the king of the gypsies, a man named Raj Mansingh, was getting old and wanted his daughter, Natara Mansingh, princess of the gypsies, to take his place.
Now, let me tell you about Natara. She was the fairest gypsy of them all! Her eyes twinkled with the sun's light, pleasing the male gypsies who tried to swoon her into marrying them. However, Natara wasn't dumb. She pushed each 'lover' away, not willing to make any bonds.
Like I said, Natara was brilliant and knew that she should be the one to take her father's reign after he passed, but Natara was a free soul. So, when news arose that she would be the next air, she ran off, leaving her younger sister in charge. The gypsies decided that they wouldn't leave San Francisco until Natara returned home safely.
Now, on the other side of San Francisco lived a poor farmer and his mother. His father, just a couple years before, was executed for stealing food for the family. Mal, the farmer, felt bitter feelings towards the dictator, who happened to be his cousin, Enrique Valdez. Enrique, as a young boy, was very happy about life...Until Mal started taking all the attention with his hunting skills and his farming skills. Enrique became extremely jealous of his cousin and stopped seeing him. Ever since, he has made Mal's life hard and close to being unable to cope with.
Mal, however, was not who people believed he was. After his father was killed, Mal took a promise unto his own hands. He would make Enrique pay for his crimes, but not to an extreme such as death. Mal took in the new identity of Le Caza, the San Francisco Hero. When the gypsies arrived into town the first time Mal tested his new identity, he told them about his background and how he planned to stop Enrique. The gypsies agreed, but left Raj's daughters out of the agreement, fearing that they might act like Le Caza; rebellious.
Everything changed one day when Mal nearly killed Natara.
There was a law in San Francisco that prohibited stealing. If you were caught taking grain from a farmer's land, it was punishable by death. Mal despised this law, but still lived by it. He hated turning people in, but his life was on the line if he did harbor a criminal. He couldn't die...His mother needed him more than ever.
One particularly sunny afternoon, Mal worked in the corn field, one of his least favorite chores. He wielded a gleaming scythe in his hand as he scanned the golden brown field, searching for anything he could harvest. This year had been slightly misleading with the crops, so, there were very few that Mal was actually able to choose from. He had become protective over his land, making sure no unwelcome creature set foot onto his property. However, he was unaware of the mysterious gypsy that had crept into a row, dodging each trap that was set up.
Her eyes scanned the area, looking for any sign of food. She smiled when she saw a harmless ear of corn on the ground and lifted it up. "Finally," she whispered, but the fields were too quiet to let this action escape without being heard of. Mal looked up and frowned. "Who's there?" he snapped. "Mom?"
"Darn it," Natara whispered and tucked the corn in her cloak and began to slowly walk off, trying not to make a sound. Mal was quick, though. He was in the next row just as she reached the end.
"You!" Mal called. "Stop!"
Natara froze for a second. "He's going to kill me," was her first thought. Then she shook her head. "I can out-run him. He's a farmer, for heaven's sake!" She took off instantly, dodging Mal's grip.
"Stealing is punishable by death," Mal called, who had managed to stay on her heels. That's when Natara noticed the scythe and gasped audibly, toppling to the ground as one foot went over the other in a confused pattern. She landed with a satisfying THUD and Mal was on top of her, the scythe pressed against her throat/
"Get off of me, you pig," she snarled. Mal frowned when he noticed her thick, accent.
"You're a gypsy," he assumed quickly, which upset Natara.
"Is that all I am? A gypsy?" she spat and Mal smirked.
"Well, judging by your accent and...Interesting attire, I am guessing that you are a gypsy. A rebellious one too."
Natara stopped squirming and frowned. "So...What's it to you?"
"I just so happen to like gypsies," Mal whispered, which ultimately revolted Natara.
"Are you trying to swoon me?" she asked and Mal chuckled.
"Not at all," was his reply as he jumped up and offered his hand. Natara pushed it away as she pulled herself up and snarled at her captor.
"I'm guessing I can't leave then?"
Mal smiled. "Actually, you seem pretty hungry. Instead of stealing, you could always ask me, you know."
Natara glared at Mal and he laughed. "Follow me," he said and Natara, though not too excited, followed, desperate for the sweet taste of food.
-C.O.D-
"Mal?" a tired voice arose and Mal turned around, Kara following his gaze. Natara stood in the doorway, rubbing her eyes. "Honey, it's two in the morning. What are you doing out of bed?"
Mal smiled and looked at his children. "The kidlets couldn't sleep, so I told them a story," Mal said and he stood up, Kara still in his strong arms. "Alright Nate and Kara-Bear, it's time to go to sleep. I'll continue my story tomorrow, alright?"
"Alright," Nathan sighed and yawned heavily. Mal placed Kara in bed and she smiled up at him.
"Good night, Daddy. I love you," she said and Mal chuckled. He kissed her forehead gently and nodded. "I love you too, Kara." He stood up straight and tucked Nathan in, receiving the same goodnight from him. As soon as the kids were asleep, Mal and Natara shut the door and smiled at each other.
"You're so adorable with kids, you know that right?" Natara stated and she leaned into her husband, who wrapped an arm around her protectively.
"Yeah, I know," was his smart reply before walking to his room, the love of his life standing beside him.
